Crying will not get you out any bad situation. Suck it up and figure another way out.
-Ayanna

It has currently been FOUR fucking days without food, water, and sunlight. That bastard has left me inside the room which I still do not what the origin of it is. It had a file stench to it and was slightly damn. This room has no windows or any source of light from what I could tell. There was indeed a light switch but it didn't seem to be working.

I've also been keeping track of how many days I've been trapped in this room. I sit by the door and listen to the footsteps, talking, laughter, and arguing. I've also learned that the brunette that I hid behind four days' name was Nicholai. The other guy that was covered in tattoos mane was Cole. And finally not least, the ASSHOLE! who has kept me in here, injured me, and body-shamed me, name was Demetrios.

I only knew of this because I sort of figured out their voices. It shocked me when I heard their "American" accent. When they were speaking to me they still use their accents which was very much intimidating. But I will admit they all had attractive voices and I hate to admit out loud that they're so attractive as well. I guess whoever made them had favorites.

Hearing someone approach the door that I was currently leaning against, I moved back standing to my feet. In came Cole who didn't even spare me a second glance before pulling me out of the room.

Looking down at my hands I go limp not wanting to make it easier for him to drag me out. But of course, if you don't see how big of a man this guy is he dragged me out effortlessly. 'Strong ass motherfucker' I mumble to myself.

The next thing I know, we're at the entrance of the big brown wooden door. He knocks loudly and mumbles something in Russian before opening the door. He pushes me inside and closes the door locking it from the outside. I decided to look around and get comfortable since I know I'll be here for god knows how long.

Sighing, I sit in the chair that's facing the windows. Finally a room with windows and a light source. Laying my head on my arm I continue to watch out the window until I see a limo pull up outside. I watch closely to see who is arriving in such a fancy ride such as that.

A tall blonde slender woman stepped out as the driver held the door open for her. Before I knew it, another person is getting out of the car. It's Demetrio. He places his hand on the middle of her back and leads her inside the house. Rolling my eyes, I turn back towards the desk I'm sitting at and begin going through the drawers hoping to find something to do.

"Bingo! "  I take out a white iPod and earbuds and scroll through the music until I find something decent. Did I understand the music? No. But at least it was something to do instead of sitting here bored. Putting them in my ear I turn the volume all the way up and close my eyes drifting into a void of darkness.

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"Wake up"
'SLAP'
I jolt awake when I feel a slap to my face. I jump up to my feet and focused my eyes on who was in front of me. I remove one earbud from my ear and stuff the iPod in my pants.

Demetri goes to reach for it but I back up making him miss. "You have kept me in a damn dark, stink ass mystery room for DAYS! Then I get thrown in here and you going to try and take away something that has distracted me since I've been stuck in here? Hell no!." I crossed my arms over my chess and stood my ground.

Before I knew it, he pushed me over the desk having me in a bent-over position.  Grabbing my hands lifting me back up he told me to walk as we walked out of the room. He leads me down the hallway to the kitchen. "Clean  up, you have 30 minutes." I looked at him like he had just lost his head. He wanted me to clean up this gigantic kitchen? BY MY SELF?! haha yeah okay.

I sat at one of the stools and tapped my finger against the counter. He cocked his eyebrow and gave me a look of disgust. Reaching towards his back pocket I jumped up from my seat and stood to attention. "If this kitchen isn't clean by the time I'm back, you will not make it to tomorrow." He turned around is begun walking out of the kitchen. "You now only have 23 minutes left."

Eyes bulging, I begin with the dishes first and make my way to clean the floor. Constantly checking the time to see how much time I had left, I was at 18 minutes in so far.

Believe me, I was terrified of that man, but I wanted to show him I will stay stand my ground. Maybe that wasn't the brightest idea..this man killed and destroyed people. Why would he spare me? yeah, he wouldn't. I decided I need to relax on 'standing my ground' and just do what he wants. I've watched too many movies to not know how to survive shit like that.

I wonder what my friends think..are they looking for me? did they even realize I was missing?.. I sure hope so. I have hope they will file a police report and maybe this hell can end. I was keeping track of the days at one point, but not anymore. The only thing I know for sure is, we're not in America anymore, and I know the time.